Sirius is pretty sure no one else in Miami is aware that turn signals exist. He’s just slammed the breaks for the third time in a row after being cut off by yet another white sports car, only to be met with a fresh wave of giggles from the drunk passengers behind him. At least it’s not too much farther to the airport now.  He flicks on his right turn signal with deliberate force, as if the asshole who just cut him off can see him, and starts making his way to the other side of the highway. Something feels off, and he’s not sure what at first, but then he realizes that he can hear the clicking of the turn signal a little too clearly. The backseat is now suspiciously quiet. Once he’s made it into the exit lane, he checks the rearview mirror only to find the newlyweds tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they haven’t been doing it all evening, Regulus practically sitting in James’ lap.  Sirius clears his throat, and when they don’t seem to hear him, he says, “Hey!” It came out a little sharper than he intended, but on the other hand, it has been a very, very long day. “Save something for the honeymoon. And wear your fucking seatbelt, Reg.” “Aw, come on,” whines James, “Let us live a little.” When Sirius scoffs, he’s only met with an, “And technically,” from Regulus, who is making a dramatic show of buckling his seatbelt. “The wedding’s over, so this is our honeymoon.” For the next few seconds, Sirius only hears the click-click-click of his signal as he turns into the airport parking garage. Well, that and the voices still echoing around his head. ‘He doesn’t think you’re fun and spontaneous anymore?’  ‘Live a little.’ The drunken giggles and messy kisses gradually resume the longer the break in the conversation stretches on, until Sirius finally finds an open spot at the far end of the giant garage. The two of them can barely walk in a straight line, and James keeps dropping his second bag because he’s attempting to carry it and hold Regulus’ hand at the same time. And this is exactly why Sirius didn’t send them here in an Uber. Thank god these two happy idiots have him here to ensure they actually make it inside the airport in one piece. 

So good 😙👌

Just come on honey, yeah I know you're tough And you might be right - not right enough If you're just burning all that holds you back That fire's warm but it sure burns fast

But hang around and I'll try and land this thing